Inside
The me inside, is what few ever see.
The me inside is, wild and free.
The me inside is, turned away by the outside look.
The me inside is, not lightly to be took.
The me inside is, understood wrong when expressed.
The me inside is, dimmed in the light but flourishes in the dark.
The me inside is, should not be measured by a mark.
The me inside, just wants to shout.
The me inside, was bottled up for too long.
This is the me inside, expressing itself.
This is how I shout.
The me inside is, wild and free.
The me inside is, turned away by the outside look.
The me inside is, not lightly to be took.
The me inside is, understood wrong when expressed.
The me inside is, dimmed in the light but flourishes in the dark.
The me inside is, should not be measured by a mark.
The me inside, just wants to shout.
The me inside, was bottled up for too long.
This is the me inside, expressing itself.
This is how I shout.
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